Killing Me Softly

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs
Killing me softly with his songs
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his songs

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

A stranger to my eyes
I felt all blushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud