1 Bar

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.