Testo Blasphemous Rumours

Girl of sixteenSlashed her wristsBored with lifeDidn't succeedThank The LordFor small merciesFighting back the tearsMother reads the note againSixteen candles burn in her mindShe takes the blameIt's always the sameShe goes down on her kneesAnd praysI don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humorAnd when I dieI expect to find Him laughingGirl of eighteenFell in love with everythingFound new life in Jesus ChristHit by a carEnded upOn a life support machineSummer's dayAs she passed awayBirds were singingIn the summer's skyThen came the rainAnd once againA tear fellFrom her mother's eyeI don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humorAnd when I dieI expect to find Him laughing