I'm In A World Of Trouble

Overdressed in a box with it's life overhead.
 Its friends are in snapshots.
 I would hate if the last time I was ever seen
 was from beggars on their knees.
 I lived in between a funeral home and childrens park.
 Out one window I saw laughter.
 Out the other I saw suits.
 Spare them the sight of a body all used.
 Comfortably laid in clothes you would never wear.
 Your eyes are closed shut, even though they cannot see.
 They broke a bone or two just to adjust the body.
 Once had a doll that was pure as the snow in thread.
 The bags under her eyes, they matches clothes that were chosen
 just to compensate how terribly they shined.
 She was a prize that made the sun and the moon fight over which one would cast the shadow.
 Which one would keep her company.
 I fooled myself in thinking I knew you.
 But all I know were glassy eyes,
 is this the way you gain your youth?
 A sweet hangover at my service.
 Go so far under the influence you'll make blacker bags under your eyes.
 So far you become underground.
 So far you will never realize your a diamond in a world of coal.