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, its always the same, She goes down on her knees and prays.

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.
Summers day, as she passed away, Birds were singing in the summer sky, Then came the rain, and once again, A tear fell from her mothers 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.