Answer:
I am a food with 5 letters. If you remove the first letter I am a form of energy. Remove two and Iām needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me down.
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?
I am a person who pretends to be someone else
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?