Ever Had

Ever had the strength to cut the pain.
Ever had enough faith to adjust the day and just brush away.
Flush all the ashes and crush whatever's in your way.

Ever had the blush and crave, just waiting for the touch and taste.
Hush and wait.
Your crushed in lust and drunken waves.
Getting hit by several dusk traits somehow puts you in a stuffed place.

Ever had, cause I...
I - I've had enough, I hate the cuts and graze above my elbow and upper-waist.
I could've become amazed.
But instead I've become a waste, i'm done with people wanting to hug the bait...
Enough with the struggle.
This'll be something tough to explain.

~ Hader