own the night

I own the night! 

or so I think in my own train of thought 

Bright lights in the city never let me see the stars  

which has me wondering what is this world  

is it just material or is it just a cover up so we can be bought and sold  

like live stock but I'm just rambling. 

What can I say, I've become cynical and I promise that it isn't what you think 

there wasn’t a event in my life that stomped on my heart splattering it like a water balloon,  

 sorry for the visual. 

I guess I've just become content with being alone that I rather sit in the corner of a empty  

coffee shop then be in a crowd of friends full of life... ugh that makes me sick 

The feeling of needing is just a burden of man needing to be non self sufficient  

in a world that demands that we be held on our knees to be held in conformity. 

or maybe that’s just Miley Cyrus... again sorry for the visual. 

But I refuse to be held in conformity because who gets to choose what's right and what's wrong? 

I rather be in my own line of misfit and cynicism then be the guy with the straightened arrow. 

Because that’s just boring.... So as I look up to see the faded stars I come to you with this. 

Look deep into your life and all that you have created, are you being sold like live stock? 

Or do you own the night?