I’ve got a lot of qualities that are far from praiseworthy; everyone person alive has given up on me.
Even these actions are a lonely resistance; a challenge imposed upon me alone.

I’ve got a lot of qualities that are far from praiseworthy,
And when I try going out of my way to praise myself, I just get depressed…
Even that boy I’d decided had a black heart seemed like a saint when he saved an abandoned dog in the pouring rain.

Becoming stubborn, I turned my back on it all, but a fragment still manages to stick in my chest…
But even being tormented with despair, I wanna save -save -save you with my own two hands!

No matter if it’s a new moon, or a cloudy sky, if I just shed a bit of light, I can categorize it all under a “full moon”.
No matter if it’s a crowded train, or someone’s clicking tongue – if I match up the beat,
I can categorize it all under “standing ovation”!

The more worthless the person, the more they seek praise – but when someone else decides to play along,
It’s not like they feel too bad about receiving praise in return.

“If we could a shine light upon every last one of us, we could live without conflict!”
I tried to imagine a world like that, but it wouldn’t work; it can never -never -never exist, but…

Even those who have lost their faith – if they took a look through a microscope,
It could be categorized under “beautiful memories”.
I’m not planning to reveal everything – I’ll give kindness to even the broken pieces;
In order to find what I’m seeking, I’m gonna All Categorize.
I’m not planning to reject everything – I’ll give kindness to even the broken pieces;
As I find them along the way, I’m gonna All Categorize.