Dreaded Dream

What did I do? What did I say to make your love fade away? What has she got that I haven't got? Her looks and her charm? No, baby, she's got you. Wake me up from this dreaded dream that I'm living in. I can't stand the pain - no, I can't take the wait. If, by chance, this is not a dream then let me sleep for a hundred years. Maybe when I wake I'll find you hear, but I doubt that, dear. Now, I sit alone in a cage of isolation; I built it myself from bars of hate and misery. Now, I'm breaking out. I'm breaking out so timidly now. How did you go and take my heart so far from home?