Chapter 6

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(A/N: Small time skip, Aurora's POV)

Hope and I were shopped out and we decided to rent a room for the night at a hotel in Green point Brooklyn.

We were shown our room, we got all our stuff in the room.

Hope went to get cleaned up, whereas I cast a spell on mine and Hope backpack's that way we can store as many things there as we want.

After I finished casting the spell, I started putting everything in the bags. within a few minutes everything was all packed up and ready to go.

I grabbed my Journal that was in my bag and I sat by the window.  I started to write a song.

For some reason I started to think about the dollhouse, more specifically Jonathan and what he did.

I hate thinking sometimes, it's like a madhouse  in my head sometimes.

A/N: I didn't write any of the songs or own any of them. That'll be used for this story, all rights go to the hardworking artist who made them.

( Verse 1)

I sew myself together through the holes in my sweater, watch you flash your smile at me.

Yes, I know you think you're clever.

Go on, steal my cigarettes and give me whatever is left.

Come on, get down from your throne 'cause we all know what we know and I won't let you decide.

I gave you time and sixteen second changes and now you got no follow through,

I"m not coming back under the circ-mstance.

( Chorus)

Outta sight, outta mind.

I close my eyes.

Outta sight, outta mind.

Do you realize how hard I try to forget you?

Outta sight, outta mind.

You make me wish I was blind.

( Verse 2)

Can't see your eyes through your lenses.

They disguise your worst intentions.

Does the fire in your whiskey make you feel the burn to kiss me?

Don't stare seductively.

Then turn around and bare your teeth.

Every move that you make, it feels like your dancing on my grave.

( Chorus)

Outta sight, outta mind.

I close my eyes.

Outta sight, outta mind.

Do you realize how hard I try to forget you?

Outta sight, outta mind.

You make me wish I was blind.

You make me wish I was blind.

( Verse 3)

Now I wonder ' round the city.

Trying to figure out what hit me, as I rerun all the senses.

What could I have done differently?

If I gave myself the distance, would you know what you were missing?

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