You get caught up with someone that you thought you knew, but really you didn’t know at all. You get this whole idea about them, and sometimes those ideas don’t even become reality. So you’re just stuck with these stupid fantasies and those dreams about them, that’ll probably never come true. But yet you still hold on, hoping for a miracle, some type of reassurance. Just so you can know that the person you thought you knew, is someone that you know and isn’t a stranger at all. What sucks, is that in the end, they’ll end up becoming a stranger once again. So really, that person you thought you knew, was someone you never knew.