Ted: We All Have One, by Natalie Subscribe to rss feed for Natalie

The words pumping through your headphones,
That little voice inside your head.
Saying "burn things, burn things, burn things."
This little voice's name is Ted.

And whatever you do, 
Whatever you say, 
Whatever you though you knew,
Is now wrong.
Ted decides,
Ted's rules,
Ted's lyrics,
To Ted's song.

So all you can do for the time being,
Is accept the existence of Ted.
And soon enough he'll get bored,
Then make room for his brother Ned.
Posted: 2006-06-24 02:43:23 UTC

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