To be free or not to be?
Three
Colours
Go to play
On his perfect
Head, only now
It's chilly, cold and
Dead, but unwilling to
Believe it, they just set him
In bed. I assure you he's gone,
A boy is no more, he now sits 4ever
On a beautiful shore, admiring the sunset
That copy his colours, now he will never fret,
Over girls and parents, homework and grades, I
Am quite sure his memory won't fade. Three
colors go to play on his perfect head, only
now its chilly, cold, and dead, but not
willing to believe it, they set him
in bed. In life he was tortured
But now he is free. I bet
That the killer is not
Smiling with glee
But sitting still
Somewhere
Unaccept-
ing
Three
Colours
Go to play
On his perfect
Head, only now
It's chilly, cold and
Dead, but unwilling to
Believe it, they just set him
In bed. I assure you he's gone,
A boy is no more, he now sits 4ever
On a beautiful shore, admiring the sunset
That copy his colours, now he will never fret,
Over girls and parents, homework and grades, I
Am quite sure his memory won't fade. Three
colors go to play on his perfect head, only
now its chilly, cold, and dead, but not
willing to believe it, they set him
in bed. In life he was tortured
But now he is free. I bet
That the killer is not
Smiling with glee
But sitting still
Somewhere
Unaccept-
ing