Boy in a Dress

Stop touching me I'm half asleep I'm twelve years old and I can't keep from crying In this bedroom I'm dying It doesn't matter to you Put your hand up my shirt when I don't want you to I'm facing away from you for a reason And this has weakened me For some reason I will never be free Not in my sleep Never For as long as i'm with you Or any other person who wants to see me bruise I'm at the station I don't want this situation Why'd you have to jump onto the tracks? Fetishise and fantasise about the boy in a dress I can't address the eyes And my boyfriend's in disguise Cause for a reason his mum won't love me For some reason I'm not a person to be agreed with I'm waiting on you to show me your room