I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
A 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
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