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 humour    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's 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