Answer:
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
You can never eat me for breakfast or lunch. What am I?
I am a rock group with four members all of whom died in plane crashes. Who am I?
Santa shakes his belly like a bowl full of me
I flow from the Homer’s mouth when he sees doughnuts.