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 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,

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 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 sa if he knew me ,

in all my dark despair

and then he looked right through me ,

as if l wasn't there

and he just keep on saying ,

sining 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.

oh

la.oh

la

he was strumming my pain ,

yeah,he was singing my life

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.