Cleaning out my room finally,
disposing of all those dreams,
those lego sets and building blocks,
which made me think i could build,
and form and shape my life as i deemed.

Cleaning out those game cds,
which fooled me all my life into believing,
that i could be a cop and a criminal,
that i could order and even deliver,
that life had slow motion and special effects,
and if you bungle, there were extra lives for play!

Cleaning out those books and fairy tales,
which always ended in happy endings,
which fooled me all my life into believing,
that it always worked out eventually,
that it mattered not,if you good,oh really?

Cleaning out those weird sets and collections,
of stamps,chocolate wrappers,butterflies and cards,
now that these no longer invite my friends' envy,
they are only interested in one boring game now,
who will collect the largest stock of money!