[00:09.000]I got my black pencil in my hand
[00:13.000]We like to be together
[00:18.000]I let my hand fly over the pepper
[00:22.000]And soon I’ll start to sing
[00:26.000]It might be a way to save my soul
[00:30.000]It might be useful someday
[00:34.000]I cannot see myself be part of the games around me
[00:38.000]I believe in having control
[00:43.000]It's better being alone
[00:47.000]When no one comes No one comes along
[00:49.000](You better get used to that fact)
[00:52.000]Because it never seems to turn out well
[00:55.000]To lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has lost
[01:00.000]Your liberty and independency is what it costs
[01:06.000]And so I fell in love with my black penci
[01:09.000]I sit and I bide my time
[01:14.000]And I don't blame anyone for making me feel like this
[01:18.000]And sometimes I don't even blame me
[01:23.000]I believe I am wording
[01:28.000]But it seems to be predicted
[01:31.000]I shall not shape myself
[01:33.000]To fit in some lovers pocket
[01:36.000]I believe I have control
[01:40.000]It's better to be alone
[01:44.000]When no one comes No one comes along
[01:47.000](You better get used to that fact)
[01:49.000]Because it never seems to turn out well
[01:52.000]To lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has lost
[01:57.000]Your liberty and independency is what it costs
[02:03.000]It's better to be alone
[02:07.000]When no one comes No one comes along
[02:10.000](You better get used to that fact)
[02:12.000]Because it never seems to turn out well
[02:16.000]To lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost
[02:20.000]To lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost
[02:25.000]Your liberty and independency is what it costs