A goust in the group by Something_Cool - Zona

A goust in the group by Something_Cool - Zona

Lyrics

I stand in lines alone while they hide behind the stalls,

Laughing in their circles, never leaving room at all.

I’m the echo in the doorway they forget to call by name,

The shadow trailing after them, always late to the game.

And every time I try to step inside their orbit,

I feel the gravity push back like I don’t belong in it.

Pre‑Chorus

I’m tired of being the second choice,

The quiet voice they never hear.

I’m tired of mumbling every thought,

Afraid of sounding wrong or weird.

Chorus

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Faded edges, half‑erased.

I’m not asking for the spotlight —

Just a little bit of space.

I’m not trying to fall apart,

I’m just tired of being strong alone.

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Trying to find my way back home.

Verse 2

I give everything I have to things no one else will hold,

Scripts written in the dark, stories carved from being bold.

But they drop out, drift off, leave me stranded with the weight,

And I stay up nights rewriting what they never appreciate.

I try to make it better, try to make it worth their time,

But I’m drowning in the silence of their half‑hearted replies.

Pre‑Chorus

I’m tired of being the one who cares,

The one who stays when they all quit.

I’m tired of giving all I have

And getting almost none of it.

Chorus

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Faded edges, half‑erased.

I’m not asking for the spotlight —

Just a little bit of space.

I’m not trying to fall apart,

I’m just tired of being strong alone.

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Trying to find my way back home.

Bridge

I drop fragile things like memories,

Shaking hands and tired eyes.

It’s never just the ornament —

It’s every time I try.

I mask the cracks with kindness,

I smile through the ache,

But I’m losing track of who I am

And what’s real or what I fake.

Verse 3

I follow friends like footsteps fading down a crowded hall,

Trying not to be forgotten, trying not to feel so small.

Even family turns to two‑player games that leave me out,

And I’m too tired to ask again, too tired to scream or shout.

I want to speak, but every word feels like a risk I shouldn’t take,

So I swallow all the noise inside until something starts to break.

Final Chorus

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Blurry smile, misplaced frame.

I’m not asking to be perfect —

Just to matter all the same.

I’m not trying to disappear,

I’m just tired of standing on my own.

I’m a ghost in the group photo,

Still searching for a place to go.

Still hoping someone sees me,

Even when I feel alone.