I am a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was born and raised)For six long years I’ve been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I’m bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
(He has no friends to help him now)It’s fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I’ll die upon this train
(Perhaps he’ll die upon this train)You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)Maybe your friends think I’m just a stranger
In the Jailhouse Now, Soggy Bottom Boys (O Brother, Where Art Thou)
My face, you’ll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore
(He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore)
I can’t cry.
And believe me. The past couple of nights.
I’ve felt so low.
For brief moments.
Nothing sustained.
But I could feel it well up.
And then.
Nothing.
(Hell, I haven’t written in two days, and that’s reason enough to be upset.)
Clearly, coming off the Abilify.
Is having an effect.
Because I know.
There’s no reason.
Behind it.
And I’ve got nothing else.
To talk about.
I’m boring myself.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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