Lita Ford

He was born on an average day,
Look like any other baby
Neighbours said "what a lovely boy"
You have you.
Through the years it could've been
Most... kid,
Never did anything that showed
The mad man was living in his soul
Never know he was going crazy
A little bit at a time.
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it
Hate, don't you want it?
Love the way you feel when you're running
Hate hate.
All through his highschool days
He kept himself hid away.
Never let anybody close.
He was just a crying...
Slowly coming on dawn
Who knew that was something missing from his soul.
Like a spider build an awful web
A little bit at a time.
Hate, don't you love it?
World can't seem to get enough of it
Hate, don't you want it?