Frisk:
Don’t you know that you could tell me anything
And I would tell not another soul
In the end, when the laughter’s gone
I think we both feel quite alone
Sans:
I can tell by the way that you speak to me
That there is so much that you might know
Even so, it won’t fill the emptiness
That chills you to the bone
Frisk:
Now and then, when you can find the company
Somehow it’s always behind locked doors
Making promises you don’t want
Because you’ve made them once before
Frisk and Sans:
Don’t you feel like you’re a mess sometimes?
I hope you know that it’s okay
Searching endlessly for your distraction
Just to make it through the day
Frisk:
You don’t have to have everything
Sorted out right now
Sans:
Just take your time
Frisk:
Don’t you know that you could tell me anything
And I would tell not another soul
Sans:
Go ahead, you can make your threats at me
But one day I’ll be gone
Frisk:
Quietly, you can make your confessions
Through the string of truth as you speak in jest
Sans:
I can hold it within my heart
Till I am finally laid to rest
