Remake Me

Dispatch


I Cross the street to find my dream
But it had got so tired
And as I feel past these alleyways and buildings
I see all the faces they all look straight ahead
I turn the corner for some shelter
And the ground begins to quiver
I hold the past in this fist
I will go if you beckon me on
And through glass I see a hand
It's reaching telling me to hurry
I hear a man's voice inside
God it sounds like mine

Don't remake me
Turning the clock
I find you are not at fault for what you did
Don't remake me
Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did

I'm gonna pretend I'm flying because I can't
Can't see the ground from this window
When I get down you and me
We're gonna kick our feet
Kick our feet through a sea of fears
You pulled on my arms on my legs
Tried to talk you always answered me with that wild old stare

Don't remake me
Turning the clock
I find you are not at fault for what you did
Don't remake me
Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did

Well if you knew what was really boiling in my head
Would you drive the nail through me?

Don't Remake Me
Turning the clock
I find you are not fault for what you did
Don't Remake Me
Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did
Don't Remake Me
Turning the clock
I find you are not fault for what you did