This is Frisk after genocide run, trying a pacifist run...

Frisk: And now i'm waiting by the phone

i know we've been here before
and i said i could change
i knocked on your door
called you everyday
and i lost myself

Chara: the red of my eyes
and the blue of your skirt
a strange kind of feeling
beyond all the hurt
yeah i lost myself

Flowey: love, there's that thing i'm always dreaming of
falling deeper down into your love

wake up, move on

Frisk: waiting by the phone

I know it's short

but it's cute.