KilLiNg Me sOfTlY

Strummming my pain with his fingers,

Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song,

Kiling 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 his young boy,

A stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain wiht his fingers,

Singing my life with his words,

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my hole 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 thet he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers,

Singing my lefe 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.

Aand then he looked roght trough me

As if i wasn´t there

And he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Siniging my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song,

Telling my whole life with his words,

Killing me softly, with his song.