Not Done Just To Burn A Bridge

I use to be the one, To take the initiative to forgive... Regardless of what had been done, By someone to do. And felt the fool after doing it too. But time presents with the passing of it, Experiences one lives through... That prevents the doing, Of those things one use to do. I use to be the one, To offer explanations... As to what I believed had gone wrong, To dismiss with a forgetting. And live my life to move along. But time presents with the passing of it, Experiences one lives through... That prevents the doing, Of those things one use to do. And today if anyone refuses, To admit their misdeeds... I am not so understanding, With a giving of my comprehension... That accepts their lack of accountability. And a door I close, Is not done just to burn a bridge. That door I close... Has been done with a purpose I give.