Better Left Unsaid – Ken Yokoyama

You make that face again
always when I don’t say a word
“I know you have something to say”
That’s what your eyes are telling me

There’s a reason for this
There are no words that can express
Can’t seem to find the words that fit the way I feel

Something are better left unsaid
Swallow my words, hands in my pocket
Ah…if tomorrow was the end
Am I gonna regret？

Don’t you think that men who
talk too much aren’t very cool？
I’m kidding, it’s just jealousy
A joke to fake how I can’t speak

You’re living for today
But still tomorrow we will be
When there’s a chance we’ll die next week
It makes no sense

Words spinning around inside my head
Time is not now so I’ll just forget
Ah…if I were to say it all
I’ll end up tearing you apart

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I was always thinking whyIs there a reason I was born?And this nihilist I am fig

If the sun should tumble from the sky,If the sea should suddenly run dry,If you

Good bye for a whileI'm just feeling kind of tiredThere're too many people aroun

I heard your voice that night, it was shakingSounded irritated with helplessness

F・I・G・H・T・I・N・G Hey, why aren't you fighting?F・I・G・H・T・I・N・G 'cause everybody's

As a kid Satan and voodooSeemed so cool, but I knew all that stuff wasn't quite

A time when everything was evergreen,evergreen and seemingly idealNights turning

Born and raised up in this landTake it back again with our own handsOthers only

I hope your stormy restless soulIs gently resting now in peaceYou who past away

Didn't want to worry at allJust live with laughter and smilesDidn't want to cry,

Why should I need a reason?it's natural to wanna give a friend a helping handDon

Ah Ah Ah, oh yeahIt is you (oh yeah)It is you (oh yeah)I said a pressure drop, o

Being with you always felt so natural to meI went back to where I'd be alone aga

King of the hill when I'm on stageBut when I'm on the streets I'm a bum45 and pl

Just Kill Them AllFor my country and peopleor for God, that was the commandDon't

The days that I livedpursuing my dreamsare far in the past, but I move onThinkin

There's no doubt in our former livesYou and I were the same objectCould be a peb

Maybe, MaybeI thank you after allHere I play musicThanks to you andMaybe, MaybeI

Tell me what in life is precious to you？Is it just money and fame？I'll tell you

Right Wing, Left Wing, both ain't my thingThis idea was never mineBlack or white