Morning after

[bubosquared]

Just woke up. Sat down at the computer, and the enormity of it finally hit. Actually cried, as opposed to the sobbing of yesterday. I'm not really scared anymore. Just immensely sad.

And pissed off. Emmy, I know what you mean. I think of myself as a peacceful, forgiving person, and I want to shoot these bastards. Personally.

(But I don't want tos see them bombed, as people seem to want. Just. No. No more explosions.)

One is still playing.

Is it getting better? 
Or do you feel the same? 
Will it make it easier on you now? 
You got someone to blame 

You say: one love, one life 
When it's one need in the night 
One love - we get to share it 
Leaves you, baby, if you don't care for it 

Did I disappoint you? 
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? 
You act like you never had love 
And you want me to go without 

Well it's too late, tonight 
To drag the past out into the light 
We're one, but we're not the same 
We get to carry each other, carry each other 

Have you come here for forgiveness? 
Have you come to raise the dead? 
Have you come here to play Jesus? 
To the lepers in your head 

Did I ask too much - more than a lot 
You gave me nothing - now it's all I got 
We're one, but we're not the same 
Well we hurt each other, then we do it again 

You say: love is a temple - love a higher law 
Love is a temple - love the higher law 
You ask me to enter - then you make me crawl 
And I can't be holding on to what you got 
When all you got is hurt 

One love - one blood 
One life - you got to do what you should 
One life with each other 
Sisters, brothers 
One life, but we're not the same 
We get to carry each other, carry each other 
One - one