Girl of 16
  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
  16 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 rumors
  But I think that God's
  Got a sick sense of humor
  And when I die 
  I expect to find Him laughing

  Girl of 18
  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

  --Blasphemous Rumours--
     by Depeche Mode