Her tears are dried, almost fully

When round the corner comes the bully

She pushes her down like a broken toy,

Just cause she can, high school joy

No, No, No! Who wouldn't care?

No, No, No! Who wouldn't care?

Her tears are dried, can’t you see?

How obsolete can you make her be?

You offer to aid her, to help her stand,

But she turns away from your open hand.

You never helped when they laughed and she cried,

where were you when they wished she had died?

No, No, No! Who couldn't care?

No, No, No! Who couldn't care?

Her tears are dried, can’t you see?

How obsolete can you make her be?

She straightens her back and she walks away,

Mastering herself for another day

Leaving you there to watch her go,

Wishing you’d stepped in and said ‘no!’

No, No, No! Who shouldn't care?

No, No, No! Who shouldn't care?

Her tears are dried, can’t you see?

How obsolete can you make her be?