A woman confesses to a pattern of reckless, secretive behavior done for fun, describing herself as a "bad girl" and "wild child" who never considered the impact on others. She uses the metaphor of a falling tree unheard in the forest to illustrate her hidden actions, and acknowledges that karma will catch up.
I was a bad girl, I did some bad things. I swear I did it all for fun and it meant nothing. It never happened, it was a secret. Like when a tree falls in the forest, no one hears it. Another late night, another crazy mood. And I didn't think twice what it would do to you. I was a wild child, you always knew it. It was a matter of time before I blew it. That's why I'm not lying, that's why I'm not cheating, that's why I'm not getting caught, or you'll end up just like me. Karma's a bitch, I should have known better. If I had a wish, I would have never wrapped around
