Immia - I built It All

Описание: I live a blessed life.

My needs are met. I have people in my corner who show up when it matters.

I’ve learned that support doesn’t always look dramatic—sometimes it looks like someone helping you keep the lights on when life throws a test your way.

Still, there’s something I’ve had to sit with emotionally.

There’s a quiet resistance that exists in the world toward people who build their stability in unconventional ways.

A feeling—spoken or unspoken—that some lives are allowed ease, while others are expected to struggle longer, explain more, or justify their peace.

That kind of pressure plants a voice inside you.

A voice that asks if you earned your rest “the right way.”

If you’re allowed to stay where you are.

If you took something you weren’t meant to have.

But here’s what I know now:

I have worked for every good thing in my life.

Work doesn’t only look like what people recognize or applaud.

Survival is work.

Healing is work.

Choosing differently than what you were taught is work.

Building a life without self-destruction—especially when it would’ve been easier to give up—is work.

You don’t reap what you don’t sow.

I made the bed I lie in every night. And I’m proud of it.

Proud of the fight, the growth, and the quiet victories no one saw.

This song was written for anyone who’s ever questioned whether they were allowed to be okay—and chose to stand in their worth anyway.

🎶 I Built It All 🎶

Verse 1

It’s the little voice inside, whispering up a storm,
Says some people don’t want me well, don’t want me warm.
Not because I didn’t earn it, not the hours, not the scars,
But somewhere down the line they said I didn't reach too far.
They marked my name with questions, drew a line I couldn’t cross,
Called my healing “luck,” called my survival “cost.”
And I feel it in my chest every time I try to breathe,
Like wanting peace is something I was never meant to keep.

Pre-Chorus
That’s a special kind of wound, cuts deeper than the skin,
It ain’t about the money—
It’s permission to be okay in my own skin.

Chorus
Maybe they’re right, maybe I took what wasn’t mine,
Maybe I stayed too long, crossed an invisible line.
But you don’t reap a thing you never chose to sow,
And I bled for every blessing that I own.
I made this life, brick by brick, on my own time,
If that’s a crime—then I’ll plead proud every time.

Verse 2
It’s easy not to care when it’s strangers throwing stones,
Harder when their voices start to sound like home.
Harder when a part of me still listens when they speak,
Still wonders if my strength is just a flaw they see.
But I worked for every sunrise that I didn’t quit,
Every night I stayed alive when I was tired of it.
They don’t get to rewrite the price that I have paid,
Or tell me I don’t belong in the life I made.

Pre-Chorus 2
Work don’t always look like what they understand,
Sometimes it’s just standing when you barely can.

Chorus
Maybe they’re right, maybe I took what wasn’t mine,
Maybe I stayed too long, crossed an invisible line.
But you don’t reap a thing you never chose to sow,
And I bled for every blessing that I own.
I made this life, brick by brick, on my own time,
If that’s a crime—then I’ll plead proud every time.

Bridge
Survival is work, healing is work,
Choosing a path that breaks the curse is work.
Loving myself when they thought I’d fall apart,
Building a future without tearing down my heart.
They expected my ruin, I chose my rise,
That wasn’t permission—it was my right.

Final Chorus / Outro
I made the bed I lay in every night,
With shaking hands, but I didn’t stop the fight.
So say what you want, I’m done asking why—
I earned this peace, I earned this life.
And if pride is the price for standing tall,
I’ll pay it gladly—I built it all.