Depeche Mode The Rumour ( Blasphemous Rumours, 1984)

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 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 Girl of eighteen Fell in love with everything Found new life In Jesus Christ Hit by a car Ended up On a lifesupport 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