calculated

Life of a Scorpio

Each move was calculated
Yes there was a tiny bit of hope
But each move was claculated

Some in my favour
Most vainly in yours
Everything I tried to savour
Felt like tiresome chores

You think you are in control
The ball has always been in my court
You are just like a troll
Everything you know, I taught

You don't know me
You never did.
You only see what I want you to see
And now you will wonder after my every deed