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