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.