I can hear you in the trees.
The spring time feels just like you used to.
I can taste you on the breeze, the wind blows just like you used to sing.
And I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to go,
but you’re leaving anyway.
— Sequoyah Prep School (via cherry-blossomsss)
The spring time feels just like you used to.
I can taste you on the breeze, the wind blows just like you used to sing.
And I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to go,
but you’re leaving anyway.
— Sequoyah Prep School (via cherry-blossomsss)
(via cherry-blossomsss)
