Was a cabaholic...Have I healed?

I was a certified cabaholic, and to justify my diagnosis. Sahabat sms from lion city, "saying" that a cab driver knows me...Hmmm..he either knows the school that I was from or I am a distinct cabaholic.

The cab driver, is one of those many cabbies that either cheer my early mornings or triggers my morning sickness. Have I healed from this addiction? Being here in Adelaide, for the past months. This addiction has definitely heal because I have to be thrifty in channelling my "fulus" in that area of comfort.

So, my patient is very much tested, to wait for the strict time guideline for the arrival and departure of the bus. Here, if u miss a bus, you can miss your whole life.

I want to be healed from this addiction, as it is burning more than my pocket holes.

When I see yellow, black and blue.
Please don't stop or I'll soon be the colours that reflects "you".

When I walk with my hands outright.
I rather it be yellow, black and blue.
Then, my pockets burn to soot.

Let me be the bus guider,
or let me the walker.
But don't let me be the cab "lover".

It is not that I don't love "you".
But I don't want to be in love with "you".
As "you"'ll drive away when my pockets burn to soot.