Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord

For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again

Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays


I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor

And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything

Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine


Summer's day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky

Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye


I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing


Ssss....