I got my black pencil in my hand
We like to be together
I let my hand fly over the pepper
And soon I’ll start to sing
It might be a way to save my soul
It might be useful someday
I cannot see myself be part of the games around me
I believe in having control
It's better being 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 lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has lost
Your liberty and independency is what it costs
And so I fell in love with my black penci
I sit and I bide my time
And I don't blame anyone for making me feel like this
And sometimes I don't even blame me
I believe I am wording
But it seems to be predicted
I shall not shape myself
To fit in some lovers pocket
I believe I have 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 lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has 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 lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost
To lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost
Your liberty and independency is what it costs