This little black bird flew pass my window, every morning.
I honestly hated it.
Every morning, of every day I saw that little black bird.
I honestly wished he'd just leave.
One day, that little black bird didn't fly by my window.
Never again did he come by.
Now that he left for good, that little black bird who bothered me the most
Was the thing I missed the most.
he left just like this little black bird, and i miss him so much.