CRISIS OF MY FAITH [Verse 1] If I were paint, I’d stain your halo On a face that time turned fragile, fatal If I were a child, would it have mattered When innocence cracked like porcelain—shattered? [Pre-Chorus] Oh, you’re the crisis of my faith—God’s honest truth, I fold If I’d just played it safe back then… stayed gold ⸻ [Chorus] Crisis of my faith—I fell, I caved Built you a shrine, now I sleep in the grave Love left a warning I chose not to face I could’ve run—but I kissed the flame Crisis of my faith—don’t say my name I hear it echo through every mistake If I had turned at the sight of it all I ought to have—might’ve saved it all ⸻ [Verse 2] I might’ve stayed on my knees in prayer, Never learned how your hands feel there Never danced where the devil grins At seventeen—God, seventeen ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Oh, you’re the crisis of my faith—God’s honest truth, I know If I’d just played it safe back then… let go ⸻ [Chorus] Crisis of my faith—I bled, I prayed Drowned in a love that I couldn’t escape Hope was a hymn I sang out of tune While you lit fires inside every room Crisis of my faith—say it again Turn my devotion into a sin If I had seen what was written on walls I ought to have—might’ve changed it all ⸻ [Verse 3] By some cruel grace, in that fevered trance The pain felt holy—like fate, like chance [Verse 4] You pulled me out of a life too still But traded my peace for a sharper thrill Oh, you’re the crisis of my faith, truth be told I lost my heaven trying to hold ⸻ [Verse 5] Give me back my girlhood grace Soft hands, clean heart, untouched space It was mine before your flame Before I learned to love the pain ⸻ [Bridge] Now every promise sounds like a lie Dressed up pretty just to survive Your ghost still breathes when I close my eyes Soft like a prayer I can’t deny And it goes— Stay… stay… stay… (distorted, pulling) Even God looked away that day ⸻ [Final Chorus] Crisis of my faith—I fall, I break Still taste your name in every mistake Love was a knife dressed up like fate And I let it twist just to feel it stay Crisis of my faith—enough, enough I call it love but it’s never enough If I had turned when it started to fall— I ought to have—might’ve… changed it— changed it— changed it all… ⸻ [Outro] Maybe one day I’ll rewrite the remains Turn all this ruin into something that stays In the wreckage you left, I’ll make my own way— A crisis of my faith… but I’m not your saint.
