Bad Luck (Reimagined)

[Intro] They keep saying it’s just the way things are, That some of us are born to lose more than we win. But I’m done carrying that story Like it’s written into my skin. [Verse 1] I’ve been counting scars instead of years, Calling it fate when I was just afraid. Every time I fell, I told myself This was proof I wasn’t meant to make it. But I stood up more times than I remember, Learned how to breathe with the weight on my chest. Maybe this wasn’t bad luck at all — Maybe it was a test I kept passing. [Pre-Chorus] I’m done apologizing for surviving, Done shrinking just to fit the pain. If the world keeps pushing back, Then I’ll push harder in its face. [Chorus] Call it bad luck if you want to, Say I was never meant to win. I’m still here, still standing, Still breathing through the damage. I won’t wear this like a sentence, I won’t carry it as shame. If this is what you call bad luck, Then I’ll own it — and I’ll stay. [Verse 2] I watched doors close one by one, Felt every silence like a verdict. But every time the lights went out, I learned how to move without them. I stopped waiting for permission, Stopped asking if I deserved more. I didn’t come this far to disappear — I didn’t survive to be ignored. [Pre-Chorus] I’m done believing I’m the problem, Done mistaking pain for truth. If the odds are stacked against me, Then I’ll break them just to prove— [Chorus] Call it bad luck if you want to, Say I was never meant to win. I’m still here, still standing, Still breathing through the damage. I won’t wear this like a sentence, I won’t carry it as shame. If this is what you call bad luck, Then I’ll own it — and I’ll stay. [Bridge] I’ve been bent, not broken, Pressed down but never erased. Every doubt they threw at me Only taught me how to stay awake. I’m not cursed — I’m conditioned. I’m not lucky — I’m alive. [Final Chorus] Call it bad luck if you want to, Say I was never meant to win. I’m still here, still standing, Still breathing through the damage. I won’t wear this like a sentence, I won’t carry it as shame. If this is what you call bad luck, Then I’ll own it — and I’ll stay. [Outro] Maybe luck never mattered. Maybe staying did.