come on, come on

I keep crying because all I can think about is how much I want the poor kids in the 104th to just be young and happy

If at some point we all succumb
For goodness sake let us be young
Because time gets harder to outrun
And I'm nobody, I'm not done
With a cool cool breeze and dirty knees
I rest on childhood memories
We all got old at breakneck speed
Slow it down, go easy on me

Manga really gets to me