Is It Ever Really Gone

Is it ever really gone? Is it ever really over?
Does it ever fade away, or is it only getting closer?
Does it ever really change, or will it always take me back?
Back in time to yesterday and all the love that we had

It's been so long now, truth is, I'm scared to admit it
It ain't killing me, but I know I'll still die with it
So is it ever really gone?

Do you ever lose the flame if you keep it to yourself?
Do you really turn the page when you put it on a shelf?
Does the door really close, or do you always leave a crack?
Even though you let go, don't you sometimes want it back?

It's been so long now, truth is, I'm scared to admit it
It ain't killing me, but I know I'll still die with it
So is it ever really gone?

Is it ever really gone? And does it always kinda hurt?
And do you ever move on? Is it ever really gone?