a pressure so cold
its the only thing we know
the fear of other ways
leaves us wondering no more

and let another day pass
in the oven of routine
that cooks our brain dry
of confidence and esteem

as days grow dull
and life goes grey
a tiny spark of hope
lights up these boring days

then loves bites hard
but deep inside i know
despite of all these things
happiness still grows

and there's comfort in this place
where everything's the same
a short flash of color
in a life so cold and grey