Give up for good

"I loved you with a fire - red
now it's turning blue"

I'm sorry for everything I've ever done.

If a bullet would fix it,
I would have fired it into my temple long ago.

If starting fights with all of my friends would have fixed me,
I would have been fixed long ago.

The reality is:
this is my problem. Not yours.

Leave me alone if you don't want me to bring you down.

Wisconsin

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

Do I know you?

Do you know me?

What is the nature of this conversation?

Are we supposed to be friends?

Did you know me from somewhere specific, anywhere worth noting?

Am I special?
Are you special?

What is going on?

I am lost. I hope you can find me!