So he and she are playing the blame game.

This is a story of a few individuals with no fame;

you probably didn’t know about them

A typical couple pass the walk of shame

They’ve been together for a while in the game

He said “Don’t hate the player, hate the game”

She said “In the end, men are all the same.

All you look to do is to leave after you came.”

So now that he did, worrisome souls haunt the dame

Cause he didn’t have rubber: hormonal veins

In the end, life’s really just another game.

But you gotta take actions till the end all the same

The story hasn’t ended cause no one’s to blame

Responsibility is shared and labeled to the name

Adulthood called, parenthood messaged, and maturity rang.

Good luck to them and I hope the best as it ends.