Depeche Mode, "Blasphemous Rumours"

As a reference for Boethius 1.14:

I do not choose to think this way, but I am deeply sympathetic to those who do think this way.

Why must good people suffer so much? Why do bad people always seem to have their way?

It's all a question of measures. On a bad day, I see the girl from the song as a victim. On a good day, I see her as truly happy.

You decide.

Depeche Mode, "Blasphemous Rumours", from Some Great Reward (1984)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFD8AkiQhvg

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 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 sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing