The Same Things Happening To Me All The Time, Even In My Dreams

I have dreamt about what it's like to die
And i saw myself becoming shadows again
Just like i did when i was a kid
I saw my bones crack open
And all the things i've been hiding from you spill out
All the secrets that i never thought i'd tell anyone about
I am warm and i am bored and i am drifting through this place
It's no better or worse than anything else that's ever happened to me
But i wish that i'd never met a lot of the people that i've met
Not because i don't like them but because i only let them down
And when you disappoint everyone all the time
It's hard not to want to die
Constantly i feel this weird and shameful feeling
Like im being watched by a thousand glowing, vengeful eyes
Behind one way mirrors in public bathrooms and in metro cars
And everywhere i go i know i'm not welcome