Killing Me Softly

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,
 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'd 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.
 He sang as if he knew me
 In all my dark despair
 And then he looked right through me,
 As if I wasn't there.
 But he was there, this stranger,
 Singing clear and strong,
 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.
 Einde