Ali was the girl who lived next door. Dan was her brother. I was their friend. We use to do everything together, but not anymore.

See Dan was blamed for somethig he didn't do, and they expelled him. Parents couldn't afford to send him anywhere else.

Dan became a street urchin. Ali didn't like that. I didn't like it either, he was me mate. He started to do drugs, Ali was scared. Ali pleaded with him to stop, but he was addicted.

One day, when he was high, he was driving and Ali was with him and so was I but Dan was on a high, and we didn't know, well that was until he started driving. But Dan wouldn't stop.

Then, five minutes later, we were stopping anyway. Except the car was upside down and Ali's head was through the glass. Dan wasn't hurt, well not physically anyway. He never took drugs again. But it was too late, too late for Ali and too late for him.

Ali was the girl who lived next door. But she doesn't live there no more. She lives in the clouds. Dan was her brother, but how can you be a brother to someone who's dead. I was their friend. We use to do everything together, but not anymore.