How to make
How
I'm sixteen,
I'm full of life and hurt
Slashed her ribs, restored with life
Didn't succeed, they thanked the
Lord
For small mercies
Confined, fighting
back the tears
Another reason to begin
Sixteen candles burning in her mind
She takes the blame,
it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays,
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
I don't want to start this,
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 was 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
Words were seen in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again,
a tear fell from her mother's eye
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
but I think that
God's got a sense as to humor
And when I die, I expect to find
Him laughing
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
but I think that
God's got a sense as to humor
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing
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
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 them laughing