The Key

To be able to care is to have the key
Well I found my caring, under a chestnut tree
Under the branches, and in the rain
I found it with you, passing the pain
So now you're with me, how can that be?
I'm too hideous... can't you see?
Look past my charm, and lusting "Good looks"
And stare at my cold, fettered with emboweling hooks
There you will see my scared little boy
Who is only King David's toy
If you can look past that and find me fit
Well you and I can be together, how about it?