Calculated

Intro

You don’t trip into lies.

You plan them. (huh…)

Verse 1

You rehearsed your answers before I asked.

Kept your stories simple so I wouldn’t catch.

You learned my weak spots, my past,

knew when I’d go quiet — and used it.

You didn’t make mistakes.

You made choices.

Every word measured, every silence timed.

You watched me, mapped me, adjusted — every move.

Pre-Chorus

I thought I met a man.

I met a strategy.

Chorus

You were calculated.

Every move rehearsed.

No accidents — you made it work.

Manipulator, with a soft voice,

wearing honesty like it was just another choice.

I didn’t meet you.

I met your mask.

Verse 2

You said you were helping family,

said work kept you late,

said your phone was broken,

said I was overthinking.

You planted doubt in my gut

then called it anxiety.

You made me question myself

while you lived your double reality.

You rewrote moments in real time,

turned instincts into weakness,

made me apologise for noticing.

Pre-Chorus

You gaslit my body,

and called it love.

Chorus

You were calculated.

Cold and precise.

You didn’t hide by accident —

you hid by design.

Manipulator, professional liar,

you studied my trauma and stepped inside it.

I didn’t meet you.

I met your act.

Bridge

You don’t get to be confused.

You don’t get to say you slipped.

You don’t get forgiveness for something this deliberate.

You watched me trust, you watched me break,

and you kept performing like nothing was at stake.

You didn’t lose control.

You were in it.

Chorus

You were calculated, but I woke up.

You underestimated my survival instinct.

You don’t get my silence.

You don’t get my shame.

You don’t get another minute inside my head.

You were calculated.

But I’m done.

Outro

You didn’t fool me.

You revealed yourself. (yeah…)