Boxer or the bag

Somewhere a queen is weeping,
a lost soul swimming in a fish bowl,
don't struggle to relate
She got the power in her hand,
To shock you like you won't believe
There must be some kind of way outta there,
the perfect sky is torn
Now my bitter hands cradle broken glass,
the crashing down of hollow years
Double up or quit, double stake or split,
call me maybe