Can't connect, can't be heard,
Can't reach, empty calls,
Can't wait, to be heard,
Can't stop, after it falls.
Just one more, the need to rise,
If only it was full, a served silver plate,
now what a small size,
Don't start the hate.
Try again, but you can't reach,
It finally reached, but it broke again,
Tied to a leech, and you can't breach,
It isn't the normal chain,
It cannot be broken,
And the others were stole.
Who would have thought that one
could cause such a stain,
Quick before its gone,
too late, what a cane.
A service that can't be reached,
a call that needs to be answered,
a man who was impeached,
because it was cancelled.
Now whose fault was all of that?
Because of the connection,
or because you spat?
That 1 bar is the first section.