What Can I Do?

From the day I was born
Title Jinx was my name.
Though I tried and I tried,
That name still remained.

Every dream that I dream
Seems to float on by
Like a cloud in the wind
Way up in the sky.
Every move that I make
Seems to be the wrong way
Like a cold black night
After a summer's day.

What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
What can I do?