As I walk down on the lonely street
There’s only oil lamps and icy cold weather accompany me
Not even the moon or stars want to be near me
In the broad day light
People stay away from me
Even when I don't talk to them
Not even a glare
The animals are also harsh to me
What can I say?
I have been like this for a long time
You know what my name is
Jinx
Maybe that why I’m always like this
