Im not dead. Only pieces of me are. Some say the weakest, but at one time they were my favorite parts, that now I just don't miss anymore. Cause missing is a waste, might as do with what's left. New memorys aren't from the past. Im not alive, cause pieces of me are dead. Some say they were my best, but at one time they were the parts I hated most, that I would do anything now to have back. Cause forgotten might as well of not been, and old memorys can't be changed. Only the me now can change for good and bad or both. Even if we can't notice the change, it's happening, until we're more dead than alive. Until all we can give is the last of our will. So spin that wheel and pick up the pieces and parts