Paper hearts and roses

You once gave me paper roses and hearts
You were so very good at the arts
You would say that each fold that it took to make them, were filled of your love to me
I thought that was as sweet as could be

You would make paper roses and hearts for each day we lasted as one
Until that guy pulled the trigger of that gun
I was right there and the bullet was coming towards me
Then you ran and ran as fast as could be
You jumped on me so that i would hit the floor
But when we went down and I saw you were no more

The bullet struck you and not me
Then I thought to myself, "Oh Lord! How can this be?!"
I cried and cried and a crowd came around
You were slightly dying on the cold, cold ground
When I saw that both your hands weren't closed
I noticed that there was both, a paper heart and rose