throw him up

Im gonna put it in that way: You're exactly like a drawing. Your flaws, a brush of paint. The whole view is captivating, yet it also brings me pain. There's no white... only drops of blood. I'll be careful, leave no corpse. No clues for you to ever spot. I'm the murderer, you're the cop. I killed just one...a past version of myself I've thrown him up every morning, dont you see? You look soo worried, oh, mon cher... If you were, you'd tell me how you feel. What a hypocrite i am... Once, it was me who didn't care She felt a love i couldn't share I did not notice how she'd stare I looked at you...the world's not fair