Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
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 and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy,
a stranger to my eyes,
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each word out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on
Killing me softly with his song
Oh,oh......
la la la la la
Oh,Oh
la~
Killing me softly
He was trumming my pain,
Here he was singing my life,