Undone

I think this describes last night at work, well to a tee. I can’t help it, it’s so true.

It took me by surprise

When I saw you standing there

Close enough to touch

Breathing the same air

You asked me how I’d been

I guess that’s when

I smiled and said just fine

Oh but baby I was lying

CHORUS:

What I really meant to say

Is I’m dying here inside

I miss you more each day

There’s not a night

I haven’t cried

And baby here’s the truth

I’m still in love with you

That’s what I really meant to say

And as you walked away

The echo of my words

Cut just like a knife

Cut so deep it hurt

I held back the tears

Held on to my pride

And watched you go

I wonder if you’ll ever know

What I really meant to say

Is I’m dying here inside

I miss you more each day

There’s not a night

I haven’t cried

And baby here’s the truth

I’m still in love with you

That’s what I really meant to say

What I really meant to say

Is I’m really not that strong

No matter how I try

I’m still holding on

And here’s the honest truth

I’m still in love with you

That’s what I really meant to say

What I really meant to say By Cyndi Thomson.

I sang that to myself all night… *sigh* I’m just hopeless I guess.

Do you know how easy it was to find this place using google?

Dangerously easy.

Deadly easy.

Crying myself to sleep tonight easy–

I know he’s going to find it– and laugh, and then it’ll be like this:

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 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, 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 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 just came to singing, 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 …

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.

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 …

With his song …

Dang I hope he can sing, cause I want to die to a pretty song.

Derringer Meryl [Killing me softly] Out