The Rumour (Blasphemous Rumours)

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

[Chorus x 2]
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 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
tear fell
From her mother's eye

[Chorus x 5]