Those things never happen to me
Not to people I know either
It's a common thought

How often didn't I think that
Every time I heard something bad
I gladly thought those words

I believe you call it denial
Not to accept what has happened
Not seeing what has happened to me

But since recently I do
What I've been through
Would make people think just that

Greater in numbers and me alone
Nothing was there to hold them back
And I still have nightmares

Horror beyond imagination
Yet I feel like I need to be grateful
But the fact is I don't