Opposites
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@ Christy Nicole Palmer
2026-04-26 23:37:22
Lyrics
You were numbed by the bottle while I was deep in the blade
Couldn’t see past your own pain while I was silently breaking
Both of us were to deep to see where the happiness was
Only to see us both end up six feet under when it took our lives
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route
Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When can we feel happiness
That bottle and blade ends up six feet under instead of us
And becomes a memory we choose to forget
Instead of the memories we need to remember
Those that will help us heal instead of leaving
When will we see each other instead of that bottle and blade
When that bottle and blade doesn’t become our reality
When we’re not already to deep to climb out of that hole
Where that bottle and blade won’t becomes the trigger that will take both of us with it
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route
Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When the day becomes brighter
We finally see each other’s pain
That bottle and blade doesn’t become our fate
It becomes a part of a distant memory we choose to forget
It doesn’t take us with it
It’s not the trigger that will turn us to ashes
We’re no longer in that hell of darkness
We’re apart of something brighter
Something bigger that will become our fate instead of that bottle and that blade
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
Love and hate Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When the day becomes brighter
We finally see each other’s pain
That bottle and blade doesn’t become our fate
It becomes a part of a distant memory we choose to forget
It doesn’t take us with it
It’s not the trigger that will turn us to ashes
We’re no longer in that hell of darkness
We’re apart of something brighter
Something bigger that will become our fate instead of that bottle and that blade
Love and hate Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
Couldn’t see past your own pain while I was silently breaking
Both of us were to deep to see where the happiness was
Only to see us both end up six feet under when it took our lives
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route
Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When can we feel happiness
That bottle and blade ends up six feet under instead of us
And becomes a memory we choose to forget
Instead of the memories we need to remember
Those that will help us heal instead of leaving
When will we see each other instead of that bottle and blade
When that bottle and blade doesn’t become our reality
When we’re not already to deep to climb out of that hole
Where that bottle and blade won’t becomes the trigger that will take both of us with it
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route
Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When the day becomes brighter
We finally see each other’s pain
That bottle and blade doesn’t become our fate
It becomes a part of a distant memory we choose to forget
It doesn’t take us with it
It’s not the trigger that will turn us to ashes
We’re no longer in that hell of darkness
We’re apart of something brighter
Something bigger that will become our fate instead of that bottle and that blade
Love and hate
Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading
North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
Love and hate Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
When the day becomes brighter
We finally see each other’s pain
That bottle and blade doesn’t become our fate
It becomes a part of a distant memory we choose to forget
It doesn’t take us with it
It’s not the trigger that will turn us to ashes
We’re no longer in that hell of darkness
We’re apart of something brighter
Something bigger that will become our fate instead of that bottle and that blade
Love and hate Have the same number of letters
Yet they’re not the same fate
Like North and South along a route Two directions pointing opposite out
One minute you're heading North toward something grand
Then you do a 180 and drift back down to South
Style of Music
Country, Dark, Sad, Female Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Singing-Rapping (Melodic Rap)