Count The Stars

Now you've come this far to prove a point,
That never made much sense,
Swallow this down like all your pills,
Now your choking on your words that follow me to my sleep,
Wide awake and I can't feel it
Of all these things I should have said but never got to,
I would have never led you on because that's the difference
And take back your knife caught in my back,
Don't worry I'll be fine,