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,
Some how it's always behind locked doors,
Making promises you don't want,
Because you've made,
Them once before

Sans & Frisk:

Don't you feel,
Like you're a mess somtimes?
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