0s and 1s

Shaky hands can't steady an unstable heart
Pressure on a specified location
All it takes to birth a wealth of bliss
My fingers move in symphony
With the sounds you create
Spawned from numbers, from a false-mind
From the lips of another
Whose words are now yours
I can't but pity you, you puppet of mine
Puppet of desires, of whims denied

Your words are so perfect
Your actions so redeemable
The way you speak is ineloquent
This I admit
But something about you
I both like and hate

Though in my mind you live
When, in fact you don't
And I know I'll awaken to another lonesome day
To be finished by a lonesome night
But what lies between the two
Is good enough for me

Your assurances are pre-determined
Our fates predestined
I know what I want
And just how to get it
A few more numbers mixed among the jumble
The cluster of zeros and ones that tell me
Exactly what to say
To make you a puppet of my desires