(Let me tell you the tragic story about little Jackie)
Jackie was a girl
She never found her peace
It´s the sadest life I ever seen
She was 6 maybe 7
When her father took her on her bed for the first time

When she was 10 
Her mother could no more
She knew about the beatings and the rapes
She told little Jackie
Run away from home
So Jackie ran
She never saw hear parents again

Run away
Jackie run away from yourself

(and the story goes on)
When she was 12
Her friends told hear to stick a needle into her arm
You´ll forget about the past they say
All your worries will be gone
Some years went by
When little Jackie was high
Walking the streets at night
One day she got to high
Although her hopes were high
The hospital saved her life

(little Jackie had to run away again had to run away)
Run away
Jackie run away from yourself

The following years 
Things didn´t get much better for little Jackie
So she finally stopped and realized
It wasn´t her father she was running from
It wasn´t her mother
It wasn´t her friends
It wasn´t the drugs
It was her self she was running from all this time