Killing me softly

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly With his
song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I
came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young
boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his
words Killing me softly With his song I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters and read each
one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right
on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his
words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his
song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly With
his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then
he looked right through me as if I wasn't there And he just kept on
singing Singing clear and strong Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his
words Killing me softly With his song