You it gets old without

Love is like a glove
Fits your hand perfectly
Say he sent it from above
Every finger fits so comftroubly
Its cold now, living me
Its getting warm now, in between
I swear you return a storm

Its not rainning anymore,
so you make me sweat.
Its not hailing anymore,
so you make me spill.
Im done tired of reaction
I saw more in satisfaction
Smacked the bitch to the floor
TOLD HER I WANT NO MORE

Its getting lonely now
Im saying I figured it out
Its getting old now
Everyone saying I am living without.