6♪ I'm A Loser, Baby
Rhyme needs help. A doctor. Someone. Please.
[Private to self, medium strength]
I can't do this. It's too much. The depression, anger, panic an' such... I can't do it all, just can't keep in touch.
Those hallucinations, you know, they're s'posed to be nothing, but if I said mine weren't right, then man am I bluffing. I'm useless. Pathetic. I can't do jack. What did I do during these last few attacks? That poisoning, I wasn't even aware, had no idea 'til that post was up there, and then all I did was asked how she fared. And that thing with the gas, I walked right into that jam, then succumbed and freaked like the loser I am. Thought things were goin' fine, then BAM! One of the Elite... tch, I'm a sham.
And Rhyme, and Beat, now, and there must be more, I can't do a thing here, but I can't just ignore... how could I let her get hurt? I'm the adult, I should be more alert, but there she was, trapped in the dirt... she's my roommate, but I can't even avert danger from that sweet li'l squirt...
I mean, look how hard these people are working! Tryin' to survive while monsters're out lurking. You think 'cos there's no music, you can be shirking? Cher, man, you're pathetic.
People are fighting, murdering, dying... what am I doing? I'm not even trying--here I am sittin', moaning and crying. Astley. I'm useless. But what can I do? Not a thing. There's no use here for some jerk who can sing.
...Guys. Guys, I'm sorry. If you were here... I can't do this without you, you'd know how to cheer. I know you could tell me... tell how to deal with this stuff. You've done it before, dealt with things that are rough. But I'm just so useless, I can't do enough... when it gets down to it, I'm just not that tough... If things were normal, if I had the Beat... but I don't, and so here I am, in pathetic defeat.
Astley. What do I do.
[Private to self, medium strength]
I can't do this. It's too much. The depression, anger, panic an' such... I can't do it all, just can't keep in touch.
Those hallucinations, you know, they're s'posed to be nothing, but if I said mine weren't right, then man am I bluffing. I'm useless. Pathetic. I can't do jack. What did I do during these last few attacks? That poisoning, I wasn't even aware, had no idea 'til that post was up there, and then all I did was asked how she fared. And that thing with the gas, I walked right into that jam, then succumbed and freaked like the loser I am. Thought things were goin' fine, then BAM! One of the Elite... tch, I'm a sham.
And Rhyme, and Beat, now, and there must be more, I can't do a thing here, but I can't just ignore... how could I let her get hurt? I'm the adult, I should be more alert, but there she was, trapped in the dirt... she's my roommate, but I can't even avert danger from that sweet li'l squirt...
I mean, look how hard these people are working! Tryin' to survive while monsters're out lurking. You think 'cos there's no music, you can be shirking? Cher, man, you're pathetic.
People are fighting, murdering, dying... what am I doing? I'm not even trying--here I am sittin', moaning and crying. Astley. I'm useless. But what can I do? Not a thing. There's no use here for some jerk who can sing.
...Guys. Guys, I'm sorry. If you were here... I can't do this without you, you'd know how to cheer. I know you could tell me... tell how to deal with this stuff. You've done it before, dealt with things that are rough. But I'm just so useless, I can't do enough... when it gets down to it, I'm just not that tough... If things were normal, if I had the Beat... but I don't, and so here I am, in pathetic defeat.
Astley. What do I do.