Am I Wrong?

I told you how I felt, but you'd twist it to arguments, and now I wonder is it worth speaking at all? I stand here, weighing it up respect and distance, I've been matching what you give, but when the lines blur, I begin to pull away. No one's coming to save me, I've known that for a while. But I thought you'd be there to break my fall. Am I wrong? Your actions say so. And now, I'm deciding if staying is just me falling anyway.