Killing Me Softly With His Song

<br>Strumming my pain with his fingers<br>Singing my life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Telling my whole life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br><br>I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style<br>And so I came to see him, to listen for a while<br>And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes<br><br>Strumming my pain with his fingers<br>Singing my life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Telling my whole life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br><br>I felt all flushed with fever, embarassed by the crowd<br>I felt he`d found my letters and read each one out loud<br>I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on<br><br>Strumming my pain with his fingers<br>Singing my life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Telling my whole life with his words<br>Killing me softly<br><br>He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair<br>And then he looked right through me as if I wasn`t there<br>But he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud<br><br>Strumming my pain with his fingers<br>Singing my life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Killing me softly with his song<br>Telling my whole life with his words<br>Killing me softly with his song