Answer:
I mirror your actions.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I crushed on Wendy Darling.
Without me everyone would lose their head. What am I?
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?