All I ever wanted to do was shower them with prizes 
To latch onto as they travel through the darkest days 
The kind they’d open up a jewelry box to their grand kids 
And tell them exaggerated tales of the golden years 
But as I watch them fall head first into the night, time and time again 
As a common denominator you do have to wonder don’t you? 

I’m the doubt in their voice 
I’m the pause before the retreat 
I’m poison 
I’m the doubt in their abilities 
I’m the sigh in the night 
I’m poison 

All I ever wanted was to see my girls sore into the night 
With or without me by their side, eyes dilated with glee 
Whatever the method may be, no matter the price 
Because If I have to see another one fall from grace 
I may just put the next bullet in my brain instead 
I don’t want to do it to them anymore, not again 

I’m the lack of scale in their thoughts 
I’m the bar that’s been set low 
I’m poison 
I’m the cracks in the mirror 
I’m the 2 for 1 concealer 
I’m poison