when all is said and done
Being the person whom you are, surely you can tell?
Somehow, the words just flowed and I reckon things just spoke for themselves. And all I did, was express a vulgar disbelief, as if I was regretful at all.
Perhaps I was, in the slightest sense. But, as an afterthought, to whom? Didn't we agree that in this world, it's everyone for themselves?