Broken

Reach for you as you pass through the door
Wondering if you'll ever need me
You're a gun and have left me with a hole inside
Lay on my bed and stare at the door
As each note carries me away
And it makes me whole inside
Can't you see, that I'm not what you want me to be
And I can never change
Stumbling, searching for another victim
To mutate and have strings