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Rory Feek – Whatcha Gonna Do With That Broken Heart

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Introduction

You know, I stumbled upon this song called “Whatcha Gonna Do With That Broken Heart,” and it completely took me by surprise. It’s one of those tracks that just wraps around you, making you feel every single word. The artist really nails that raw emotion we all go through after a tough breakup.

What strikes me the most is how the song doesn’t shy away from the pain. It dives headfirst into those feelings of confusion and hurt, asking the questions we often avoid. But at the same time, there’s this underlying current of hope. It’s like a gentle reminder that even when things fall apart, there’s a path forward—you just have to find it.

The melody is so captivating. It starts off softly, almost like a whisper, and then builds up as if mirroring the journey from heartbreak to healing. I found myself humming along without even realizing it. And the lyrics? They feel like a conversation with a close friend who’s been there and gets it.

If you’ve ever had your heart broken (and let’s be honest, who hasn’t?), this song will resonate with you on a deep level. It’s comforting to know that someone else has felt the same way and managed to turn it into something so beautiful.

Give it a listen when you have a moment. I think it might just become one of those songs you keep coming back to, especially on those days when you need a little musical pick-me-up

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Lyrics

How are you gonna have a good cry?
Punch a hole in the wall?
Are you gonna drink the Whiskey down
‘Til you can’t stand up at all?
Are you gonna blame the woman
Or admit you played a part?
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
verse
Are you gonna find a stranger
And have a one night stand?
Are you gonna look inside yourself
And be as honest as you can?
These choices that you’re making
They tell you who you are
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
verse
Are you gonna dwell on the past?
Are you gonna get past the pain?
Are you gonna hold on or let go
Or let it drive you insane?
Will you pick up pieces
Or just leave them where they are?
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
verse
Are you gonna find forgiveness
Somewhere down the line?
And understand the reasons
That she left you behind
Will you let somebody love you
In spite of these scars?
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
verse
Are you gonna dwell on the past?
Are you gonna get past the pain?
Are you gonna hold on or let go
Or let it drive you insane?
Will you pick up pieces
Or just leave them where they are?
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
verse
Will you pick up pieces
Or just leave them where they are?
chorus
Whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?
chorus
Tell me whatcha you gonna do
With that broken heart?

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