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 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
Embarassed
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
He sang as
if he knew me
In all my
dark despair
And then he
looked right through me
As if I wasnt
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
TTHE
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