who put their hands where they shouldnt be?

making me squirm and wish i wasnt on your lap

looking down at my brother, who is looking up at me

brother, i think you were 2 years old

you looked up at me with questioning eyes

your eyes asked me: "why are you on his lap? what is happening to you? i dont like this."

i looked down at you, brother

i wished i was you

why cant i be you brother?

why cant i be a boy?

if i was a boy, would i be on his lap?

i feel wierd

it feels good

i dont want to be here

i want to go home

i want my mom

i want to dissapear

i want to forget

i will never forget my brother's sad eyes looking up at me