Maybe I'm Too Young to Die [Voice Memo]

I’m just a man And I’ll never be what I wish But I’m hoping I’m someone you’d miss If I left you a letter, would you remember me better than this I’m just a man Leaning right over the edge Down from the Golden Gate Bridge If I said I was sorry, and I didn’t want you to worry I did It’s the wind on my back, against the grip of my hands Would I hear your voice as I fall? What if there’s nothing at all? What if it’s too late to decide Maybe I’m too young to die I hate what I am And all of the things that I’m not What a waste of the real love I’ve go To be stood here forever, tying now up with never in knots It’s the wind on my back, against the grip of my hands Would I hear your voice as I fall? What if there’s nothing at all? What if it’s too late to decide Maybe I’m too young to die I wanna grow old, old, old Maybe I’m too young to die Oh oh oh Yeah I wanna grow old, old, old maybe I’m too young to die