I Built This – Sebastian Nilo

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There are things we call fate… just because we don’t see our own hands in them.

“I Built This” is not about karma in the abstract. It’s about patterns. Choices. Repetition.

The quiet realization that what keeps coming back might be something we’ve been building all along.

No blame. No drama.
Just a shift in perspective.

If I made this…
I can make something else.

There are things we call fate… just because we don’t see our own hands in them.

“I Built This” is not about karma in the abstract. It’s about patterns. Choices. Repetition.

The quiet realization that what keeps coming back might be something we’ve been building all along.

No blame. No drama.
Just a shift in perspective.

If I made this…
I can make something else.

I used to call it timing…
like it had a mind of its own
Like I was just passing through it

I kept choosing the same door
calling it bad luck

Every road that let me down
felt like too much to hold

I blamed the silence
I blamed the night

But I was there…
every single time

It wasn’t written in the stars
not something out of reach

Every step I thought was random
was repeating me

I built this…
every line, every turn

I built this…
every bridge I burned

Thought it was fate
thought it was chance

But it was me…
what I had in my hands

I called it distance
when I pulled away

Called it “just how it goes”
when I chose to stay

I wore my habits
like they weren’t mine

Like I was lost…
but I knew the signs

Now I can see it clear
no shadows left to hide

Every “why me” I whispered
had my voice inside

I built this…
every line, every turn

I built this…
every bridge I burned

Thought it was fate
thought it was chance

But it was me…
what I had in my hands

Now I feel it turning
not the same as before

If I’m the one who made it
I can make something more

I built this…
every line, every turn

I built this…
every bridge I burned

No more fate
no more chance

It’s in my hands…
yeah, it’s in my hands

I built this…
Now I build again

I used to call it timing…
like it had a mind of its own
Like I was just passing through it