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