I got my black pencil in my hand
We like to be together
I let my hand fly over the pepper
And soon I started to sing
It might be a way to save my soul
It might be useful someday
I cannot see myself be a part of the gins around me
I be- I believe I can't control
It's better to be alone
When no one comes
No one comes along
(You better get used to that fact)
Because it never seems to turn out well
To let your heart, to be the part
Your lovers lost
Your liberty and independency is what it costs
And so I fell in love with my black pencil
I said I gonna bided my time
And I don't blame anyone for making me fell like this
And sometimes I don't even blame me
I believe I am wording
It's better to be alone
When no one comes
No one comes along
(You better get used to that fact)
Because it never seems to turn out well
To let your heart, to be the part
Your lovers lost
Your liberty and independency is what it costs
It's better to be alone
When no one comes
No one comes along
(You better get used to that fact)
Because it never seems to turn out well
To let your heart, to be the part
Your lovers lost
To let your heart, to be the part
Your lovers lost
Your liberty and independency is what it costs
