Verse 1

I don't need your stamp of approval,

I don't need us to be the best of pals.

You can hate me to your heart's content,

Drag my name through the mud just for torment.

But lately I can deflect

The words you shoot at me.

My shield of faith is perfect,

Cause at last I can see,

Chorus

You can call a rose with thorns a cactus,

That doesn't dull its beauty now, does it?

You can hit my heart like it's made of glass,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

You can drown a gold bar in an ocean,

It still won't react to water, will it?

You can poke my old wounds to cause me pain,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

Verse 2

I don't need your sympathetic nod,

I don't need your blessings, you're not my God.

You can turn the world against me now,

Spread nasty rumors just to bring me down.

But lately I realized

Smoke starts only from flames.

You can't turn them with your lies,

It's their own hate to blame.

Chorus

You can call a rose with thorns a cactus,

That doesn't dull its beauty now, does it?

You can hit my heart like it's made of glass,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

You can drown a gold bar in an ocean,

It still won't react to water, will it?

You can poke my old wounds to cause me pain,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

Bridge

I won't try to win you over anymore.

I won't run away each time I hear you roar.

I won't cry myself to sleep at nights,

Because at long last I've got it right.

I'm letting it go,

Because now I know,

Chorus

You can call a rose with thorns a cactus,

That doesn't dull its beauty now, does it?

You can hit my heart like it's made of glass,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

You can drown a gold bar in an ocean,

It still won't react to water, will it?

You can poke my old wounds to cause me pain,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

Chorus

You can call a rose with thorns a cactus,

That doesn't dull its beauty now, does it?

You can hit my heart like it's made of glass,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

You can drown a gold bar in an ocean,

It still won't react to water, will it?

You can poke my old wounds to cause me pain,

That won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.

You won't ever kill my soaring heartbeat.