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Gonzalo matches the profile of a narcissist.

And I mean a perverse narcissist.

He can take my daughters away from me, by painting me as crazy.

Hi, Roberto. Or Edu, I don't even know what your real name is.

Excuse me, do we know each other?

Plus there's just no way that place has a license to operate.

Just one spark and the whole thing blows up, right?

Well, I imagine bribing a city hall official can't be cheap.

The key to this is the money, isn't?

He had to have laundered the money.

An invoice from October 23rd, the day I got hospitalized.

He spent thirty thousand here.

-That's a lot of money. -Mama! Mom!

-Honey, What happened? -What's wrong?

-Where is he? -Your friend?

He's not my friend, where is he?

Hey! Help me, please!

-Rob. -Gonzalo.

"The Perfect Alibi" "Eduardo Silva."

How'd you like it?

Meh, entertaining, that's about it.

Okay.

You're not much for small talk, are you?

I'm not at my best at the moment actually.

Right, yeah.

The rich kid pissed away a few million in the stock market?

Don't worry. You've obviously got plenty of money, so you'll be alright.

Money? Yeah.

The thing is, money means nothing. Cause if you get cancelled…

they destroy your reputation.

Whoa…

Man of few words, but pretty intense once you get going,

huh?

So what the hell'd you do? Tell me.

My wife, she's been saying all

this bullshit about me.

Okay, don't tell me.

You haven't touched her, but she filed a complaint.

-For abuse. -Good lord.

And it's the opposite.

My wife… is…

she's always been unstable.

My whole life, I've done everything for her.

This is my reward.

Mm, yeah.

Try to help her out, she goes all hysterical on you.

And now she's saying it wasn't her.

God damn lunatic.

Man, if I were you…

I'd be filing for divorce ASAP.

You want me to lose it all? Both of my daughters?

My home and then my net worth? Everything I've worked for

my whole life up in smoke?

And my reputation?

Look,

I'd think about this pretty seriously because

she could decide to report you again, right?

Really, think about it.

You'd be in big trouble then.

I feel fortunate compared to you.

Cause man, I'm blessed in the love realm.

That's great.

Yeah, we're about to have a kid now.

We're so damn happy. It's not exactly the perfect moment. Well…

honestly, it's the worst possible moment, but you know.

-Yeah? -Mhm.

Mm-

Last year, I got the idea to buy this

bar right on the beach. It was an incredible spot.

It was all working out, tons of people…

from Thursday to Monday til six in the morning.

Then one day, out of nowhere, I got a call from city hall.

Poof, my license was gone just like that.

They said the bar wasn't up to code or violated some regulations or some shit-

-Yeah, yeah, sure, I got it, -I work as an architect,

I know about that.

Well, every cent I had left in the bank…

disappeared in the blink of an eye. Gone.

Listen…

I know city hall, I know some people.

And I'm sure they would help you with the license.

You mean they'd just print me a new one?

It can't be that hard, right?

Yeah, but like I just got done saying, I'm broke, dude.

I can't bargain with no money.

I bet we could work that out.

Well here's to family.

To family.

-There. You can clearly see him, right? -Hm.

-What are you not getting? -Ok, look.

Sure, Angela, I'll… I'll definitely present it to the judge.

-But these images are not solid evidence. -Yeah but why not though?

It's too far away.

Look, the boat's far, and with that hat on, that guy could be anyone. It could be

-me. -No, It couldn't be you, Ander.

But…

please. Come on, let's focus for a second.

Okay?

So two days after the report comes in, this video is captured.

Hm.

And a month later, as soon as Angela's institutionalized,

Roberto reopens the bar which had been shut down.

A bar

that doesn't have a secure roof, that doesn't have a single emergency exit,

that doesn't come close to meeting basic protocols for fire prevention.

That place couldn't pass an inspection at all.

And wouldn't you know it,

guess who's close friends with the lady from the city who approves the licenses?

Gonzalo?

Landscaping del Alma.

They specialize in gardens.

Gonzalo hired them to do a full renovation of his garden.

And who owns the company? The husband of the guy doing

the license approvals.

And you're saying that the company never did the actual work?

No,

what we're saying to you is that Gonzalo had

to have helped Roberto get the license.

And Roberto helps Gonzalo

completely fucking ruin me.

-Holy shit. -I know!

And the license, uh, have we found it?

Already on it.

I need some rest.

Hey, gentleman.

Hi, good evening.

I'm here to speak with the owner.

He's in the back.

Would you get him for us right now? It's important.

Rober!

Rober!

Coming!

What's up, man?

Can I help you guys?

A neighbor called last night about the noise.

Kinda weird.

-I mean, it's the middle of nowhere. -Must have real good hearing.

Come on, just give me a break.

Your license.

-What's noise have to do with the license? -Nothing.

Show it to me, and I'm gone.

Okay.

Follow me, would you?

Angela.

I'm here.

I've got it.

-Got what? -The license. Picture's from Iñaki.

It's been signed by Gorka. It's a beautiful signature.

So that part's done?

You bet it is.

We gonna win?

I have no doubt we will.

Seems like Iñaki's cool.

Yeah. He's super nice actually.

Oh my god, the school chat's so annoying.

By the way, the next meeting is online. You could join if you want to.

You sure about that?

Trust me, you're about to get custody again.

Then you'll have to deal with this stuff.

Iñaki seems nice to you too?

I'll see you later.

Maribel, hello?

-Good morn… Wow! Nice! -Here're your groceries. No

tip required, miss, thank you.

My, how lovely!

I'm pretty sure, I didn't forget anything.

But let me know. I don't mind heading over there again.

You look cheery today.

I feel good.

The custody hearing's tomorrow morning.

Really? Tomorrow?

Yep. At twelve.

But I don't think you should tell my mother.

I want to testify.

No, in your situation it's risky.

But look, I'd be willing to go back if I have to.

But I saw the evidence myself.

But what are you saying?

No.

No.

I'll do it.

I'm doing it for you,

and I'm doing it for me.

Yeah, but we have so much evidence on Gonzalo

and I need you here with my mother.

-Listen to that. Speak of the devil. -Oh my God, I thought

-you were asleep, mom! -Mm-mm.

He was here the other day, good man, warm and sweet.

He came here the other day? Gonzalo just showed up at the door?

Yeah, yeah, he did.

Really?

Yes.

What did he want?

I don't know, he- I don't know, grabbed some keys, opened up the old shed…

I don't know.

What if he was robbing us?

When did he come over?

When?

I can't say… I don't know, I… um… I don't know.

You… You're confusing me.

Maybe it was a while ago. Two months?

-I don't know, I don't know. -It's alright, mom, but are

you- you're sure it was Gonzalo?

Yes, yes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think so.

He's asleep now.

Still overthinking, aren't you?

Thing is, Gonzalo never ever wanted

to go see my mother.

Never.

I can't imagine what he was doing in her old shed.

No way it could be a coincidence.

I'm sure it isn't.

The important thing is tomorrow we go to trial.

Come on, take a shower. I'll start making dinner.

Well…

To me, it was normal for Gonzalo to put me down, to degrade and insult me.

What would he say to you?

He would say, I was useless and stupid too.

There are plenty of other examples.

It seemed like…

I could never do anything correctly.

Nothing I did was good enough for him.

And… when he got mad, he would…

he would yell and scream insults at me and… then he would beat me up.

He'd beat you?

Please elaborate. How would he beat you?

He'd push me around.

He would punch me in the stomach.

Also he…

he would strangle me until I could barely take a full breath.

Well,

I'm curious if you have any evidence of the extremely serious accusations

you're making against my client?

I suppose I don't.

Thank you, Miss Recarte.

From the beginning, I was deeply in love with my wife.

The two of us met when we were in college.

She was always, uh… brilliant, extremely intelligent.

Quite beautiful, and…

and, honestly, I felt very lucky when she chose me.

But eventually, as time passed, I was concerned because…

under her graceful and attractive facade.

I was starting to see a person who is deeply insecure,

unstable and emotionally disturbed.

For instance, I thought it would be just a phase

when she wanted to change…

her career.

And I did everything I could to support her emotionally,

Hey Ander, you should ask him…

I tried to convince her not to give up on her projects.

It was tough. Very tough.

Then what happened?

Well, I suppose then her insecurity ended up overwhelming her.

…You couldn't do it from here, or…

It was like she could never feel comfortable or safe.

Come on, you think I'm going to Madrid just for fun?

I never ask you for anything. Never. only today.

She was afraid of everything, she needed me for each and every little thing.

She wanted to be with me all the time, or with her mother.

Or with her books.

And when did you have children?

Well, that was…

-the hardest period for her. -Listen, they haven't

At one point she even confessed that… that she regretted it.

Stopped crying since you left.

-Huh? -Uh-I- I don't know.

You don't know what?

She wished we'd never had them.

I noticed that she had bruises all over her arms. They were everywhere.

And that day, her mom was feeling pretty bad and…

and so Angela had come over to help me give her a bath.

And so when she rolled up her sleeves to make sure they wouldn't get

-wet- -Supposing what you've just said is

actually true, how do you know my client

is the one who left those marks?

I went through something similar for five years, so I know how it looks.

My husband was abusive.

I spent every day fearing for my life. And I could tell Angela was terrified.

Just imagine, she would be alone in the house and, and…

No. Gonzalo. Please, don't-

suddenly someone would be calling, and she'd see it was Gonzalo,

and almost immediately she would start to shake, her breathing would change,

and she'd tense up, and…

She'd make up any excuse, just so she wouldn't have-

I see, so you mean that she lied.

No, no, no.

No, I didn't mean that.

I didn't mean she lied-

I, uh-

She was so afraid and, um…

vulnerable.

And she…

She… No, she never lied. She…

She wouldn't- he wouldn't even allow her to go visit her mother.

I mean- um, um

-that's why she- -Yeah, that's why Angela lied.

And that's exactly why we have to clarify who filed the report.

Because it was probably falsified.

That's all.

This session is now adjourned. And we will continue the

hearing tomorrow at 10 AM. Thank you.

God damn it. What the fuck is in that

little brain of yours?

-Huh? -Gonzalo.

Don't you understand that sometimes you can't have it all?

Huh? Didn't your mom ever teach you that lesson?

Of course not, she's your mother. She is just like you.

-I'm choking, Gonzalo. -Ah, choking are you?

-Ye- -If it happens again, what do we do?

Huh? Answer my question. Then what? Come on. Tell me.

-Stop it, Gonzalo. I can't breathe. -Tell me.

Please, no-

I'm sorry.

Angela. Are you ready?

Yes.

We will now resume the session.

Alright…

as far as I am aware, a complaint was registered

in the twelfth of September. It was regarding domestic abuse.

Exactly right, your Honor.

But as you'll observe in the report,

Ms. Angela denied the charges immediately.

We have reason to believe it was an act of bad faith by the same people who

attacked my client a few days later in Barrika.

A kind of revenge for his professional endeavors.

Regarding the psychological evaluation presented by the prosecution.

Well, we certainly agree Ms.

Recarte has been continually subjected to traumatic circumstances.

But it's very important to remember that she's spent more than half her life

living with her mother.

A woman who's struggled with severe mental illness, her diagnosis is, by the way,

-hereditary. -Objection, your Honor.

Doctors have dismissed the idea that my client is suffering from any type

of psychotic illness or disorder.

For the record, though,

we do have evidence that your client here put both her daughters' lives at risk…

on at least two occasions.

-The hell is wrong with you!? -I'm sorry.

Are you crazy?

We'll be sure to verify if there is any evidence of those incidents.

We'll now hear from the attorney for the plaintiff. Counselor?

Thank you. "Gaslighting":

"Abuse, often psychological,

the goal of which, is to force

the victim to doubt their own senses

and their own thought process."

Well, I'd argue that's exactly what the defendant, Mr. Gonzalo Ochoa

tried to do with Miss Angela Recarte throughout the events in this case.

Listen…

Moreover,

I will be offering evidence which I believe

demonstrates how Gonzalo orchestrated a complex plan,

which was designed to make everyone believe my client was mentally ill.

But before we move on I have to introduce the court to a…

major character in this drama.

His name is Roberto Irigoyen,

-owner of the Red Fish Tavern, in Meñacoz. -Why is he not in court?

We didn't have information on him until yesterday, your Honor.

Proceed.

Mr. Ochoa hired Roberto Irigoyen.

He hired him to pretend he was some old high school companion of Angela's,

and he would call himself Eduardo Silva.

Angela didn't remember him, which makes sense,

because that person never existed.

But after he furnished detailed information, which of course Mr.

Ochoa provided to him,

"Eduardo" won Angela's trust.

-Now take them for a picnic at the beach. -Once she believed he was who he said was,

Eduardo confessed that he had been lying to her,

…so you can prove that's where you were. that in reality, their first

encounter hadn't been a simple twist of fate,

and that Gonzalo had hired him to kill her.

No way, that's impossible.

So Angela did what any rational person would do in such a dangerous situation,

Don't come closer!

She tried to escape with her daughters, but wound up confronting her husband.

The police arrived, Angela was arrested and, suddenly,

there's no trace of Eduardo Silva.

Well, right,

because Eduardo Silva is actually the author

of a novel which describes exactly what Angela

was claiming at the time. What a coincidence!

Gonzalo went to great lengths to make everyone believe that Angela had simply

read too many novels

and just like Don Quixote, the fantasy consumed her mind.

There is nothing to verify what you've told us so far…

Objection, your Honor. Does he expect us to believe these blithe fabrications?

Counselor, this court will decide what

is fabricated and what's not.

Now, will you offer any evidence to verify your story?

Yes, absolutely.

Our defense doesn't rely on conjecture, we have proof.

And we can prove that Gonzalo met Roberto Irigoyen just two days after

being reported for domestic abuse.

We can also prove that Roberto Irigoyen got the license to open his bar,

the Red Fish Tavern,

one day after Angela was officially ruled unstable and was institutionalized.

And then Gonzalo authorized some very irregular payments for work that was never

-done -Thirty thousand to landscaping…

-to a company called Landscaping del Alma, -That's a little weird…

which is directly connected to the urban planner who approved the license for the

-Red Fish bar, which we know -What's up?

Is the place that Roberto owns.

See exhibits… four, five and six.

If I may, your Honor.

Those landscapers just began working on the

garden at my client's house yesterday.

Calm down.

Look. We're going to appeal.

-Hmm? -No way. Fuck.

I mean…

-we're still on for the criminal trial? -Yeah.

We'll throw the book at Roberto and the lady from city hall.

Yeah, of course.

It's gotta be no stone unturned. Then eventually, somebody will talk.

How long is this gonna go on?

How much longer til I'm back with my girls?

You don't-

Angela.

You're a sick man.

-You're a sick man. -Angela!

Angela, honey, look.

It's obvious that you're unwell.

But you'll find that with a little support, in time you'll get over it.

No way I'll let the girls stay with an abusive monster like you.

You always have to be difficult.

Listen, until you finally accept that you're like your mother nothing-

-Oh my god. -Take her outside.

-Control your client… -Angela, calm down, Angela, please.

-I'm really sorry, gentlemen. -You have to calm down. Really.

-You can not let this kinda stuff happen. -Yeah, I know, sorry.

I understand. I do.

I'd have murdered him, but the absolute last thing we need right now is a

-complaint. -Ugh, I'm gonna keep

losing against Gonzalo, Esther.

I need a second alone.

I'm sorry.

I'll call you in a bit.

Whoa!

-Here! -Alright,let's try a slam dunk.

-She's too short! -No, you're too short!

Nailed it!

Pass it to me. Right here, Maya!

I wanna shoot. Here-

How are you?

I'm not giving up.

Yeah, me neither.

Ok, so what's the problem?

It's just really hard.

No, it's easy, I'll show you.

Let me see. These are the activities

that we do during the day.

Good morning.

Good morning. Your breakfast is right there.

Thank a lot.

Look, for example, brushing our teeth, taking a shower, eating dinner…

you have to put them in order.

Do we have breakfast or dinner first?

Breakfast.

Perfect. Then all you have to do

is connect the dots.

Awesome, see? Great work. Sort of like a diary.

What's a diary?

Like the one your cousin Anne has. It's a little notebook

where she writes dreams, and secrets, and thoughts.

My diary start filling up at your age.

Really, I didn't think you were the type.

Really? You didn't?

Well, it was intense, I took it really seriously til

I was like twenty-nine, I just…

religious about it. Actually, I still have all the diaries.

They're at my mother's. But I'd be embarrassed if the girls ever…

What's the matter?

Roberto knew things about me that I hadn't told anyone.

I know exactly what Gonzalo was looking for at my mother's.

-Hey, sweetheart. -Uh, hey.

Hey, sorry, I need these.

For the shed, or…?

-Yep. -Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Son of a bitch.

He studied them front to back.

From 1998 to 2001.

-The years you were in high school? -Mhmm.

Those are the only ones not at my mother's, if they're not there,

they're with Roberto.

Or he tossed them out, that's what I would do.

Hm.

Yeah, but that wouldn't matter. Because Gonzalo wouldn't know about it.

No, no, no, I'm not- I don't get it, Angela.

What's the bottom line here so far?

Truth doesn't matter at all. Only the appearance of truth.

And what appears to be true?

That Roberto still has my diaries.

I've got a plan, Esther. But I'm gonna need your help.

DIANNA NAIL SPA

Hey, mama. Hi.

Yeah, you already told me that.

Look, a two hour delay is nothing, Mama.

The important thing is that you're okay and…

I have to get going, Mom.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Love you.

Hi.

Hello.

I know you.

Sparkle, sparkle. French manicure for my friend?

What are you doing here?

I'm here to see your boyfriend.

Rober? Why?

He can tell you.

Robert?

-Yeah? -Come here.

What's up?

Give use a minute, okay?

Who the hell is this?

I'll tell you later. Won't be long.

In two minutes, we're going to the hospital.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I came here to ask a favor. Well, two.

You owe me that.

I don't owe you a damn thing. I'm sorry.

I can report you to the police, if you want.

Ah, really?

For what?

Because your bar isn't up to code on recent

protocols for fire safety, for example.

I do have a license.

If I report you, it'll be worthless.

You think Gonzalo's always gonna be there to protect you?

You gave him what he needed, now you're useless.

Tell me.

I need you to make a phone call for me.

And let me use your bar for a few hours.

I'm also gonna need the password for your computer.

Yeah, of course.

How can I be sure you won't still report me to the police? Huh?

You know I won't do that.

Yeah but I don't want my fingerprints on this.

Aww, come on, play with me. Let's go, hurry up!

Don't be such a stick in the mud! Work is boring.

Oh, just wait til you get older.

I'm never gonna get older! Growing up seems kinda scary.

Begoña, please, come on!

Tell the girls to turn the TV down, I can barely hear myself think.

It doesn't have to be. You'll see. And you can always keep learning.

Great, thanks.

But don't you have to do a bunch of stuff you don't wanna?

Be really careful. It could be a trap.

Alright.

What is it now?

Hey, listen, my wife's going into labor.

And? Is it going ok?

Yeah, yeah. I'm calling cause Angela showed up at my house yesterday when we

were leaving for the hospital. She knows you gave me the diaries.

That's a good boy! You left those mean old dogs in the dust, didn't you?

Um, what? But you burnt the diaries.

Yeah, but I had to scan a few parts to help me memorize some stuff.

-You deserve a little treat. -No, no, didn't I tell you no copies?

-You better destroy those. -No, I can't. The copies are on the

computer I have at the bar and the alarm just went off.

Was that good?

Well, get over there!

I just fucking told you, my wife is giving birth.

Man, I don't care about her. I'm telling you to go wipe

out those diaries! Now!

Hey, dude, just be glad I'm letting you know.

Hang on-

Son of a bitch.

What're you doing?

Defending myself.

From what exactly?

You.

You look ridiculous, gimme that.

You stole my diaries. I knew it.

Now I can prove it.

You're going to jail, Gonzalo.

Your diaries don't matter. Gimme a break.

No one's buying this story.

But you know what's really sad?

The girls will be visiting you in a mental institution,

just like your mother.

Look, you know I could break your neck right now and walk away a free man.

No one's gonna believe you.

You're not just an abusive, cruel son of a bitch,

you've been a terrible father.

My daughters admire me.

I'm their hero.

Ah, fucking moron.

You're so clumsy.

You screwed it all up, Angela.

Yes, give me the address?

It's the Red Fish Tavern, right on the beach.

A unit is on the way.

Gonzalo,

There's something…

you forgot.

Oh, really?

-Yes. -What?

There was a meeting…

at school today. It's on the calendar.

You're out of your mind. You're crazy.

It's true, you're just talking nonsense.

No,

I didn't forget about it though.

You're attending right now.

Say hi.

Angela?

I'll take the front, you cover the rear exit!

Freeze, freeze! Get down! Go!

I'll cuff him!

Angela.

Angela,

Angela, are you okay?

Angela, say something, you okay?

Angela, it's alright. It's over.

It's alright, I got you.

We're here.

EMERGENCY VEHICLE AMBULANCE

RED FISH TAVERN

You're gonna be just fine, Angela, don't worry.

You'll see.

Don't worry, I'm right here with you.

I'm ok to stay?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Excuse me…

Yes?

I'm just curious who sent the bouquet.

One second and I'll tell you.

"Dearest Angela,

you've been through so much. Our thoughts are with you.

Get well soon, you can always count on us.

Laura and Fernando."

Get rid of them.

No, but why? They're so beautiful.

You take them then.

Oh really?

Thank you so much.

-Excuse me. -Hi.

My god.

I should've gone with you. To protect you.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Angela,

I know you don't believe me…

but I never wanted to hurt you.

I mean it.

It was just a crazy stressful time for me and I didn't have a choice.

I wish I could make everything that happened to you fade away.

The damage is done.

Yeah.

Take care of the bar.

It's pretty unsafe, people could die.

Boxers, and some blankets… and…

a pair of shoes, size forty-three.

Forty-four is what I said.

This is what we have.

Now your cellphone please, your wedding ring, and watch.

And please print your name here.

How about that! See how contented Panchito

is with you girls?

-I know, he likes us. -Ah, that's nice!

Eh?

He loves when you scratch him behind the ears.

Look how happy he is, oh my gosh. The feels good. Oh, he's so sweet.

Very good, Maya.

Do you remember how afraid you were at first?

-Woof! -Huh? And you're not

afraid anymore, are you?

-No. -You're not, huh?

-He likes me. -Of course he does, because

-Panchito is such a good boy. -Aw, he's wagging his tail.

-Look at him! So sweet. -And he's so smart. He's got a big brain!

Good boy.

-Mama? -So well behaved. What a good boy.

-Mommy! -Oh girls!

Who's that?

-It's mommy! -Look who's here.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Hi.

Honey.

Okay, this one's for you.

And this one's for you.

C'mon.

Hey, I want a box of candy too!

-Be careful, it's fragile. -Whoa!

Yep.

How are you?

I'm great.

C'mon, wow, I didn't know you were that strong!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

-Keep going, girls! -We're gonna get him.

-That's it! Go on! -He's hiding behind you, grandma!

-C'mon, let's try one more time. -Wait a second.

Come on!

-Bikes! -Get a bike, girls,

-come on! -Yay!

-Alright! Come on! -Can I pick mine!?

Maya. Got it?

Yep.

Let's go back to the house.

C'mon, boy.

Let's go!

-C'mon, let's go, Panchito! -C'mon, go get it. Go, go, go!

Well done!

Let's go.

Let's go for a ride!

Weeee!

-See? -Yeah.

Look at that.

-And press down like this. -Oh, I see.

Just that. It's done.

You're pretty happy here, aren't you?

What are you up to?

Just getting a project ready for construction.

Lots of great possibilities here, it's going really well.

I'm so happy to see you like this.

Are you ready?

Are you sure this is still a good idea?

Hm.

Well think of all the patrons there at night,

they're mostly just kids,

they don't even know they're risking their lives.

Yeah, but things are calm again.

You got custody of the girls.

We still have to do this.

-That's good. -Hey, mom,

Too slow!

We won't be gone long.

Have a good one.

See you!

Hello?

Hi, Roberto.

What do you want?

I just wanted to see if you got around to installing the fire prevention materials

I told you about earlier.

Oh yeah. Yes, yeah. Took care of that a while ago.

You don't get tired of lying.

I'm not lying. What are you talking about?

Angela, where are you?

Angela. Angela.

I'll handle the circuit breaker panel.

You call 911.

Got it.

RED FISH TAVERN

Let's go.

She keeps under her own roof

We pulled it off.

All the proofs of the events

Keeps a suitcase just in case she has to

leave

There's an echo in her head that still drags on

the same story that always makes her tired

Tired of justifying how to live

And she now knows

After a thousand battles, that life just passes by on one side

Oh, warrior

I will have you in my soul my whole life