F#m Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her, Slashed her wrists, bored with life. Didn't succeed, thank the Lord,
Bm C# F#m for small mercies.
F#m Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again, Sixteen candles burn in her mind. She takes the blame, it's always the same, Bm F#m she goes down on her knees and prays.
[Chorus]
D A/C# I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I Bm7 D think that God's got a sick sense of humour, and E9sus4 D when I die, I expect to find Him laughing.
[End Chorus]
[Verses 3 and 4 same as 1 and 2. Words below.]
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 sky. Then came the rain, and once again, a tear fell from her mother's eye.