Bored to death

The good girl

As a girl, you see the world like a giant candy store,  
                  filled with sweet candy and such. 
 
                    But one day you look around and see a prison 
and you're on death row. 
                          
You wanna run, or scream 
                         or cry. 
But something's locking you up.

 Are the other folks cows chewing cud till the hour come and their heads roll? 
     Or are they just keeping quiet,  like you... planning their escape?