Some people live life trapped in a jar
They're in a small space and won't go too far
They're happy in their spot, I mean, it's glass they can see
Everything around them and who they'd never be
They judge in their jar, because why would they worry
Their jar was made right it's tough and it's sturdy
They see when life strike the ones not in the jar
And think "that sucks" I can't believe you scar
They can never relate, empathize, understand
I mean they're still in their jar just like they planned
Not worried about others on the outside they see
Thinking "oh heavens! I'm glad that's not me"
But slowly the others will crack their safe jars
They'll experience the world learning how it is ours
Because if you live your life in a bubble
You'll never see your own selfishness as trouble
