A 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 Her mother reads her 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 A 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 As once again A tear fell from the mother's eye 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 ----------------------- ...i'm losing faith in everything... someday, someday, it will happen, i'll do what i want to do, but what if one day is the last day and my plans fail to come through? so why do i just continue to sit here on my ass, watching everyone's life go down the shitter? we all deal in different ways, some of us just... don't. i suppose that's me. i made my english teacher think i was crazy. she had the counselor call me out of my world studies class because she thought i was suicidal. that's not what i said. still, i am failing that class and it's not making me any happier. fuck. stomach quivering throat lumping tear jerking sorrow filling overwhelming bloody fuck.