My ship sank, just like many years ago.
I was so happy about it, I was having fun.
Whatever I do, there is never a good outcome,
And it's nobody's fault that I was born unlucky.
If I fall in love, it's always with a snake,
And then I can't sleep at night whilst she doesn't care.
If I leave my house, it starts to rain heavily.
If I follow advice, it turns out to be a lie.
But I'm thankful for the gift I have:
I can't even die successfully.
The rope breaks when I try to hang myself,
The trusty old pistol misfires.
So I'm quite content with my fate:
I'm unlucky but alive. Alive.
Even though I stumble where others walk easily
And the storm clouds thicken above my head.