One horrible night my fifteen year old daughter was murdered after she was raped.
The killer was arrested and when they slapped the cuffs on him, I thought there was no escape.
But because of a stupid technicality, an ignorant judge set that killer free.
I was consumed by pain, anger and fury and it got the best of me.
I hunted the killer down and I put a bullet in his head.
I was filled with jubilation to see that monster dead.
I was arrested and taken to jail by the Texas Rangers.
I'm on death row and tomorrow I'll die in the gas chamber.
I probably do deserve to be in jail but I don't deserve the death penalty.
The judge wouldn't have condemned me to die if he had suffered the same thing that happened to me.
But in some ways I'm glad because tomorrow my pain will be taken away.
My daughter's murder would've made me miserable for the rest of my days.