Verse I: I cross the street to find my dream But it had gotten so tired And as I file 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 broken glass I see a hand It's reaching, telling me to hurry I hear a voice inside... God, it sounds like mine Chorus: 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. Verse II: 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 arm on my legs Tried to talk you always answered me with that wild old stare Am. Chorus: 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.